Today I want to be a tree
Tomorrow I’ll be the sea
I can be anything I want to be
Except myself, the real me
Long time ago the real me went away
Have been looking for it every day
Tried everything, including pray
I know there is a price to pay
I need to find out who I am
See that my life is not a sham
Understand, I really give a damn
Don’t want to be an epigram
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 5th, 2018 00:35
- Comment from author about the poem: Epigram: a short poem, especially a satirical one, having a witty or ingenious ending.
- Category: Humor
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The real you may be unseen but the one I see is fine by me.
You just made my night, Goldie! Thank you very much!!!
Yes, the one I see up the tree is fine by me too. Meanwhile - I met myself coming back from the shops, as I was going there. Which one was the real me?! heehee.
Thanks orchie! If you meet yourself coming and going, I guess you have hallucinations! Or maybe that's just you! As long as you don't sing, you will be OK!
Who you are is an internal priceless treasure dear Fred. That spirit which is not ever lost shines inside as part of the permanent and makes the real you truly beautiful.
Thanks a lot Fay! While my befuddled mind isn't following every twist and turn of your comment, I do like the last word!!! The last time somebody called me 'beautiful' was when I was a baby!
You're a lot of fun Fred!
Thank you Lorna, that was the intention!
That the real you up that tree, or is it someone else? When ya coming down?! heehee.
It really is me, Orchie, but I am only about 4 feet off the ground. Just don't tell anybody!
Methinks FRED that you are having HAWALUCINATIONS ~ It sure affected me when I visited HAWAII ~ I don't know if it was the Garlands ~ Grass Skirts ~ Guitars ~ Singing or the Hawaiian Pina Colada ~ I sure was NOT MYSELF the week I spent there ~ and (for the record !) I've never been that same since ! I wanna go back but my Alter Ego won't let me ! ALOHA ~ BRIAN
Great comment, Brian. But I do have to correct you a bit:
1. They are not 'garlands', they are 'leis'
2. They are not ' grass skirts', they are 'hula skirts'
3. They are not 'guitars', they are 'ukuleles'
and last but not least, instead of the 'pina colada' you should have tried the 'sex on the beach'. Here is the recipe:
Ingredients: 1 1/3 oz Vodka, 1 1/3 oz Cranberry juice, 2/3 oz Peach schnapps, 1 1/3 oz Orange juice
Preparation: Build all ingredients in a highball glass filled with ice. Garnish with orange slice.
Served: On the rocks; poured over ice
Standard garnish: Orange slice
Drinkware: Highball glass
Alooooha,
Fred
Well written and expressed
Thank you Tony, both for reading and your comment!
Welcome
Didn't i see the real you on a motorbike a while back. That was before you lost yourself up-a-gum-tree.
Nice one
Thanks da, the 'real' me is actually right now on the beach, sucking up a beer. Both bike and palm tree are figments of my imagination, turned 'pseudo real' through the power of photoshop! 🙂
Aha! photoshop and the 'super-ego'.
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